Archer shot me with a cupid's arrow.

Congratulations, you survived another 6 days without a post from me. How you readers deal with such Nicole withdrawals every week is astonishing to me. I, for one, cannot live a day without myself. Speaking of days: LAST THURSDAY (beat that transition, Jason).

I will name my child Lucas

I never know what to write before the jump.  Writing some introduction-like thing always feels too cliché and I don’t want to reveal too much about my week that it gives it away immediately, but I don’t want what I say to be too lame either. It is quite a predicament I face that I am curious if you face as well.  Do you also feel pressured to write something introduction-like before the jump?  Tell me your thoughts. Or not. I can only expect so much.

Advanced Darkness

10. ASPARAGUS

9. Without any milk.

During the August of 2009 I came up with a list of my top ten favorite Spongebob episodes. I know this because I saved the list on my computer and dated it. This small fact entered the royal realm of relevance relatively recently because a friend of mine, as it turns out, did not grow up with Spongebob.

UUUGHHHHHHFKLASD

Hey guys, sorry about the missed post.  I've been super under the weather since Wednesday, so I've been essentially sleeping forever.  Highlight of this week was that I beat Deus Ex: Human Revolution.  Really good game.  Stealth based.  So that was really fun.

Again, sorry about the lameness.  I'll talk about last week next week.  <3
-Rich

Bed and Breakfastin'

Devin has been here all week and we've had an amazing time so far.  This is going to be a short post because we are at a Bed and Breakfast in Hyattsville, MD.  If you guys ever come to D.C. again you have to stay here.  50 bucks a night for 3 floors of a fully stocked house with three bedrooms and sleeping arrangements for up to 16 people.  Also three cats.  And it's such a cute place and she picked us up at the metro.  She's had people here from around the world, and has a giant map of where everyone has been from.  Last week she had a guy from Uzbekistan, and Derek probably knows where that is.

Whatever is a girl to do?

Oh my, oh dearest me! Wednesday is upon us and I have nothing to talk about at all. Alas, it is not one of those posts where I comment on my lack of things to write about, but then end up ranting about my week for several long, seemingly endless paragraphs. I do not, in fact, have anything of interest to write upon. See if I'm lying after the jump!

Live Ever, Die Never

Hey gang, hope all of your weeks look a little bit better (or a lot, that works too) than mine.  My week looks rather stressful with the three midterms I have along with a formal lab report and five-page lab proposal I have due.  So yeah, this week's going to be fun.

The Ignorant Edema

You know what's funny about starting off a sentence with "You know what's funny about x"? It's just that, if you don't know what's funny about x you really don't have anywhere to go with that sentence. I say this only because I started typing "You know what's funny about" and I didn't really have anything in mind, so I just wrote this circuitous little justification for me starting out like that. Now I suppose I can get on with things that are actually things.

Another typical week, only with more junk food.

Evidence that Fox News has negative IQ

“On an otherwise regular Sunday evening broadcast in 2011, Fox News reported that Sarah Palin had not decided if she would run for president in 2012.  As is common, a picture of the politician accompanied the report… only it wasn’t Sarah Palin.  The network mistakenly used a picture of Tina Fey mocking Palin in a 2008 Saturday Night Live skit.”

Thus began the four page explanatory feature article I wrote that was due yesterday.  I thought that was a humorous anecdote about how Fox News is dumb, and the point of my article was that the line between entertainment and news has been blurred (passive voice because of the obscure object that is obscuring the line) over the years with SNL’s “Weekend Update” and Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show.  You know you want to read it.  Just kidding.  But just hear the title: “Is the quality of news ‘Palin’?” Hahaha… yay me!

HO HO HO MERRY RICH'S POST DAY

This makes me Santa, officially.  Sorry, Satan.  I meant Satan.  Speaking of which,

That's that movie that I think I remember telling all y'all about.  So beautiful.  OKAY LETSA GO!

Arguably the Best at Debate

When I look back upon my previous week at Bates, my education does not particulary stand out as something worth typing about. My social interactions are not anything  to write home about (or rather, write "internet" about) either. But something that takes up a large portion of my time, and thus a large portion of my memory, is debate. I eat, drink, breathe, sleep, think and scream debate. Alright, alright, that might not be true. I am a basic human being who needs nutrients, rather than independent points of argumentation, to survive. But something quite interesting happened this weekend at the Brandeis debate tournament that I think is worth sharing about. Something exciting and rare and magnificent. Something surprising:
I did well.

The Big One Nine

As usual on a Tuesday I'm bogged down with homework that will be due at the end of the week, however this week I'm writing this post before I go to my Wonderworks meeting instead of after.  I'll probably stop and get coffee before my meeting though, so I have approximately 30 minutes to write this post, starting... NOW!

Victory belongs to the most persevering.

I hope you all enjoyed your Darwin Day more than I did. But before we get to that, let's take a look at the events of the preceding week. When I last posted, I made it clear that my Monday was far from over, so the first thing I'm going to talk about is what happened after I posted on that day.

I'm going to post today!

The post has finally arrived!  There's still the cute doggie pic though.

Because this is the one hundred and first post.

THAT'S LIFE

I fucking love Frank Sinatra.  LET'S GO!

My post isn't late, your expectations are just early (It's okay that it doesn't make sense. Trust me, I'm a debater.)

Oh hey . . .

This is awkward. I totally forgot to post yesterday, and obviously you were constantly refreshing the page, waiting in anticipation for my post to be published. Well, I sort of forgot that I was even involved in a blog that I could post to. Not because I was busy or anything (which I currently now am), but just because my minds been a bit frazzled as of late. Also, I'm busy. Onwards? Onwards!

The Religion of One Age is the Literary Entertainment of the Next

So I'll start by giving a huge thanks to Rachael for making this post possible.  For some reason I cannot see any of our posts while using the "whiter" interface, for lack of a better way to describe it, and thus my draft was going to be swallowed into the internet until Ms. Somerville came and saved it.  So basically without her I would not be posting tonight, and thus if you see her you should give her a pat on the back.  Oh wait, what's that? We never see each other because we go to five different schools scattered across the U.S.  Oh yes, I recall that little factoid now that you mention it.  Guess that's why we have this little forum in the first place. Well, that's about enough of an intro. Weiter? Weiter! (How's that for originality...)

They say California’s the big burrito.

Ah, Monday. Time to write a blog post. But what shall we write about? Let us see, let us see. Well, how about we start with where we last left off? Sounds good to me.
Last Monday I wrote a blog post.
Last Tuesday I went to class, ate, read (for class), did a track workout, and pretty much just existed in a general sort of way.
Last Wednesday I did not have class, so I just read and ran.
You've been reading correctly, by the way. I didn't eat, sleep, or relieve myself for three days.
This is false. I did plenty of all three.
Oh, and on either Tuesday or Wednesday I had a fantastic 80 minute conversation with a friend about classic Cartoon Network cartoons. We covered Dexter's Lab, Samurai Jack, Powerpuff Girls, even Cow and Chicken (not a classic, just ridiculously awful).
So now we get to Thursday, where something marginally more interesting happens.

Blue Font? Inspirational Speech Time.

My friend's roommate has a bubble wrap calendar.

Alright, well it’s 12:28 AM at the end of a long week, and I just watched a movie that has made me feel rant-y and inspirational speaker-y, so bear with me.  Give me a shot, because more art is on the way, so this post won’t be all bad.  By the way, the movie was Happy Thank You More Please, only formatted into one word because it was an indie movie.

I just want to start out with this: you are an exceptional person.  That’s what my dad always says when he gives me one of his speeches.  It just feels really good to hear that, doesn’t it?  You, YOU are an exceptional person.  I’m pretty sure I know pretty much all the people who read this blog, and if I don’t, one of the five of us knows you and I bet they think you’re an exceptional person.   So let’s just go forward with this premise.  Also, if you only know one of the five of us and don’t know me but are still reading this, I’m really impressed.  That definitely qualifies you as an exceptional person.

Debatable, My Dear Watson

Good day, unreasonably attractive audience,

I come to you from my cozy dorm where I am blasting Neutral Milk Hotel and eating dried apple rings. My day today has improved greatly, which isn’t saying much because a day can only get better after you have an 8 am Chemistry test that you are quite sure you have completely failed. Every day I am more and more convinced I should be an English Major. Not because I realize I’m an excellent writer (The readers of this blog can attest that my writing style is, at best, average.), but because I’m realizing I am a terrible scientist.  Onwards? Onwards!